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Jonathan Crane ([personal profile] restingstitchface) wrote in [community profile] maskormenacelogs2015-12-02 11:25 am

I got a Nikon camera

WHO: Crane and Max
WHERE: ???
WHEN: 12/2. 12/8. 12/12.
WHAT: Max goes to sleep and lets a stranger in her head.
WARNINGS: All sorts of horrible triggers, trauma etc. Jefferson.

[Well, the magic had worked. There was no doubt about that.

It hadn't at all been easy to accept that it had worked. The part of his mind that was rooted to human science and understanding - his memory of opening that door, learning what lay beyond - couldn't swallow occult practices. He had studied violent people. Destructive people. People who liked the sound of their own voice. People who whipped out knives to intimidate people when they didn't get their way.

He couldn't discern their names or remember if he'd given them numbers. There were glimpses in his memory of capital letters and 1's and 8's. The thought they had once been given real, human names was dropping though his mind like water through a sieve. He narrows his eyes, accustomed to the dark. He notes the photographs strewn beneath his fingers; those framed and mounted to the wall; the open portfolio; the camera in his hands. There were flashes of patients he had never tortured, or drugged, or manipulated to use as menial labor. Those cases he had imagined would be good for the sake of appearances. Their names he couldn't remember either. But he feels he had found their cases fascinating.

Still, there had been a mask to wear back then. It had been so practical. He repeats the words calmly: back then. Back then had seemed so far away this morning. He leans against the table. He'd had his mask taken from him when he had been arrested and treated with disdain; back when he'd been stripped and had his back cleaned. It had been handed back upon his release. He didn't like other people touching it. But what had happened back then didn't seem important now. For all around him are details he can't tear his eyes from.

He doesn't say anything. He doesn't move except to, slowly, rest his right hand on the desk. This image of Max's teacher had seemed like it would be fun to exploit. He'd requested to slip inside it upon arrival, to take on his looks and see through his eyes, and the Devil had obliged. So, really, hasn't he just exchanged one mask for another? His left hand settles on his hip. Behind his glasses, he is that same cold, clinical intelligence.

Anyway, it's time to wait for the guest of honor. He gives up pretending to look bothered and crosses his arms. His head tilts forward and he keeps in his dark corner, looking as aloof as a house-cat - and just as pretentious.]
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12/2

[personal profile] timecapture 2015-12-02 06:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[For all her trauma, Max had dealt relatively well regarding her trauma at the hands of Mark Jefferson. She'd already had the requisite nightmare - and besides, Chloe's death had hurt her far more than anything he'd managed to put her through. But tonight was, of course, different.

Max feel asleep relatively quickly tonight, and found herself just outside of her old classroom. Shit. Hadn't she gone through enough already? But here she was, and she knew that she'd wake up and have this all over.

It didn't make seeing the face of the bastard who'd caused all this any easier.]
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[personal profile] timecapture 2015-12-02 08:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[Max glared at Jefferson, her hand simply tightening on the door handle before she squared her shoulders and stepped in. This was just a dream.]

I already handed in my photo. Remember Kate Marsh?

[That's right, you son of a bitch; she remembers what you did.]

I'm not really interested in posing.

[It was just a dream.]
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[personal profile] timecapture 2015-12-02 08:49 pm (UTC)(link)
She was stronger than you. And so am I.

[She doesn't feel strong right now, though - more like a scared kid who's found herself trapped, once more, in the nightmare from which she had once escaped (but, she notes with wry amusement, at least there aren't bottles this time). Max refuses to sit down, instead looking Jefferson right in the eye, feeling a cold dread settle in the pit of her stomach and trying not to remember how horrible being photographed by him was.]

We don't. Your time ran out a few weeks ago.
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[personal profile] timecapture 2015-12-02 09:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[It was so hard to believe that once, she'd admired - even idolized - the man. She'd loved his lectures, his photographs, his cheerful encouragement of his students. Not anymore.]

I don't give a shit what you think.

[Calm down, Max. This was only a dream. The real Mark Jefferson was rotting in jail.]

And what are you?
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[personal profile] timecapture 2015-12-02 09:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[Oh, God. Max stops, as tense as a deer that knows she's been caught in someone's sights, and pales. Giving a hard swallow at absolutely nothing, she tightens her grip on her arm as her shoulders raise themselves up - only slightly, but enough.]

You only caught me once. [She doesn't say his name.] And then, you were the one who'd been caught.

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12/8

[personal profile] timecapture 2015-12-09 01:02 am (UTC)(link)
[Something was wrong. Max had known that from the very beginning, but she can't quite put her finger on it. One bad dream? Creepy, but expected. Twice in a row? Still not too suspect. Third time's the curse, however, and when Max found herself in the school, being pursued (and caught) by Jefferson over and over and over again, she'd desperately tried to put the pieces together in between gasps.

This night, though? This night was different. Instead of the school, Max found herself in the junkyard, at night, where Rachel had been uncovered and Chloe had been shot. Thankfully, there was no sign of Chloe, but Max knew this couldn't be an ordinary nightmare.

She wished she were badass enough to be able to pull off a "Bring it on", but as things were, she simply hunched her shoulders slightly, took a deep breath, and looked around. Maybe she could hide before Jefferson arrived and the inevitable pursuit began.]
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[personal profile] timecapture 2015-12-10 07:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[Max stifled a frightened gasp, stepping away from Jefferson. Rewinding wouldn't work, she knew; she'd probably just wake up and have to start this horrible dream all over again. That, and her powers were different, now. She didn't know what she could do - at least, not the full extent of it - and she honestly had no idea how that would affect her dreams.]

And who are you? I've had the same sort of dreams for a week. I can tell this isn't normal.
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[personal profile] timecapture 2015-12-10 08:43 pm (UTC)(link)
You're not Jefferson.

[Something is wrong, she knows - and her talk with Clara, only yesterday, has increased her suspicion. His body language - something Max had seen so many times in her classes with him - is off. So is his wording, and sometimes, even his tone.

Perhaps it is Crane... but she doesn't know. Not yet.]


I know my head doesn't do this. That tells me something else is happening here.
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[personal profile] timecapture 2015-12-10 09:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[Max, for her part, simply falls silent and looks away, visibly tensing as the stench of Rachel Amber's corpse invaded the air.

Rachel! Chloe had wailed, trying desperately for anything to prove that it wasn't true. Rachel, why? Max had held her close, sobbed an apology, but it hadn't helped, and even now, she could still hear Chloe's heartbroken wails. What kind of world does this? Who does this?!]

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[Max awoke slowly, groggily shifting as she slowly began to come awake. Without fully realizing it, she attempted to move her arms, only to discover that her wrists and ankles were duct-taped to a chair.

Oh. Oh, no. Not this. Max tries not to panic, looking around her for clues.

None are needed. It's the dark room - and it looks exactly the way she left it, only without David Madsen and the unconscious Mr. Jefferson.The white walls, the lighting, the camera in just the right place - even the same music is playing. And she hates it.

Oh, God, no... please, no.]
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[personal profile] timecapture 2015-12-15 05:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[Max stifles a sob as she realizes what's happening, trying to struggle against the duct tape. But these are her memories; she knows the tape on her right ankle isn't as secure as the rest. If she could just wait for the right opportunity...

Outside, the weather is eerily quiet - and so are the animals, a sign of the storm to come. Storm; that's it. These are her dreams. If she could just lure Crane out there...

But how? Here he is, rooting through her memories. Rachel Amber. Kate Marsh. And then there's the empty binder meant for Victoria, and the full one of Max.

Please, no.]
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[personal profile] timecapture 2015-12-15 05:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[Max slowly wiggles her right leg, loosening the duct tape around the ankle. She has to keep him distracted, keep him talking. And she has to not make him any angrier than he already is right now.]

Fuck you.

[Okay, so she's not exactly thinking clearly.]

He was my teacher. I trusted him.
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[personal profile] timecapture 2015-12-15 08:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Of course I did! Nobody even suspected him. He was the last person anyone ever thought would do this.

[Come on, just a little more... There. Her leg's free, but Max keeps it close to the chair leg.]

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